Why do I always find tampons and little packets of sugar in old handbags?

I was chatting to the chat room earlier today and actually got a few people to look at my blog for some nanoseconds. I felt sort of pleased and honoured but one of my friends said that she could never do a blog, because they had such boring lives. I had to disagree. My life is boring, mundane too. But somehow I have kept this blog going by trying to put a funny slant on everyday things and noticing stuff that some would walk right past.
I bore you all with photos, but I can't take credit for that, its very photogenic around here, the scenery asks to be photographed, although I took very few pix during the winter rainy season (about 9 months of it).
So, today's boring task was to tidy my front room so that I could at least find the chairs somewhere underneath. I found a lot of other things too, and even emptied my pet plastic boxes. They are like dogs now, I sort of walk round them and take them for rides in my car. I have never had the urge to feed them though. I do have my computers in this room too, so I am easily side-tracked.
But one thing that became apparent as I cleared bags, boxes and shelves. My life seems full of places where I leave tampons and small packs of sugar that I feel I am stealing from cafes and restaurants. Its odd, I never find those nice mints they give you at the end of a meal.
Will the trail of tampons disappear if menopause ever hits properly? Anyway, I now have a load of ink stained (damn Oxfam pens!) and sugar coated tampons, in my bathroom.
Sorry.... No photo of that!